Our time at Brown Sugar Surf Camp ended with an evening of Balinese dance. The local community pulled in with a truck load (literally) of bamboo instruments and three ornately dressed, flawlessly made-up Balinese dancers. The cultural code of conduct is to accept an invitation by the dancer and once accompanying her on stage, to copy her moves which include intricate hand movements along with some gyrating of the hips and pulvic thrusts. Once the dancer is done putting you to shame in front of the crowds of foreigners and locals alike, it is customary to give her a small tip for her service (or 'dis-service depending on badly you danced) as 'good luck'. The display of uncoordinated dancing by fellow traveling surfers had us all rolling with laughter. My two friends hid in the shadows whilst I fell victim to all three dancers to shake my proverbial booty with them. When in Rome…

Stoked Dancing

A 3- hour white knuckling taxi ride followed by a 30 minute speedboat transplanted us safely on the quaint island of Nusa Lembongan.  The tide was dropping fast so after checking into our rooms at www.playgroundslembongan.com we made a beeline for the backline.


Playgrounds, Nusa Lembongan, Indonesia

Playgrounds, Nusa Lembongan, Indonesia

Surfing a reef break on an extremely low tide is always recipe for possible disaster. A wave rose up over the deeper reef and I scratched myself onto it, racing down the line and kicking out just as a coral head popped out in front of me. I realized then how shallow it actually was. I looked up to see the biggest set we’d seen that day looming on the horizon. Frantically I attempted to paddle back out only to find myself elevated above dry reef as the white water water receeded. At that point I wished I had listened to my gut and worn those reef booties and neoprene vest. ‘Just one surf without the gear won’t hurt’…well, without booties I was reduced to human flotsam rolled across the sharp reef with the unrelenting power of all three set waves. The burn from being lacerated by live coral reef was instant. I hobbled back to the resort where Dani took lime to my skin to prevent any possible infection.  That incident certainly was a humbling experience. Needless to say I wore those booties and neoprene vest for the remainder of the trip.


Reef Wounds 

Surfer showing reef wounds

Nusa Lembongan is where our days morphed into one dreamy tale of surfing a fun reef break (even though some days it has a slight onshore bump)...


Playgrounds Surf Break

soaking up the sweeping views from our balcony (see main picture of blog post), snorkeling with Manta rays over luminescent coral reefs...


Snorkeling with Manta Rays, Nusa Lembongan, Indonesia


watching the daily seaweed farming activity...


Seaweed farming, Nusa Lembongan, Indonesia


SUPing over azure blue waters...

SUPing in Nusa Lembongan, Indonesia

and sipping ice cold beer as the sun melted into the horizon transforming sheet glass to molten honey.

Sunset over seaweed farms at Nusa Lembongan, Indonesia.

By the 6th day on this enchanting island, we were surfed- and sunned- out and ready for our last two days of indulgence in Ubud. Two days were spent in comfort and luxury amongst the rice paddies at 

Puri Sunia Resort, treating ourselves to daily massages and exploring the markets for local crafts.


Balinese Bamboo Surfboards Hand crafted souvenir surfboards

Balinese Bamboo Surfboards Hand crafted souvenir surfboards

It’s always a sign of a great trip when one is just as stoked to be going home. Two incredible weeks of surfing fun, warm water waves to the backdrop of tropical paradise shared with special friends, are moments that are certainly worth more than their weight in gold. This is the reason we surf-to share, to explore, to adventure and most importantly…to be stoked.

 Indonesia Three surfers with surfboards at the Denpasar airport, Bali



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